A little change now and again is good I say........I want to thank Miss trisha for showing me the ropes here and how to change the background and stuff...................THANKS TRISHA
Well it has been a while since my last post.I mean a real one you know the kind that comes from the heart not just a copy and paste one from a email .

Well lets see I kinda got myself into a emotional rut of sorts..I have been visiting PolarB's new blog quite a bit lately and let me tell you it sure has helped.. All the positive energy thats there in her writings and stuff.
I am not saying that the rest of you don't have good blogs or anything ..not at all. Just that it seems that my higher power has lead me to hers....
You know I really hate life esp. when it comes to being parents to your parents. I hate having to talk to my daddy like he was a little kid.......I try hard not too............BUt I catch myself doing it all the time..
I worry so much about my parents. they are getting up there now both in their early 80's.
And I don't remember if any one remembers me speak of my daughter that is going through to be a medical doctor. Well she has come to the last part of medical school and will soon graduate this MAy to be exact. Well she haas to now decide where she wants to attend for the next 2 -3 yrs as a resident Dr. She has 4 choices.
1.London, Ont- that would be ok only because it is close to home(me)

2. ThunderBay,Ont-way to far from home(me)

3. Sudbury,Ont.- its about 61/2 hrs from home (me)

4. Hamilton,Ont- thats where she has been for the past 3 yrs 1 1/2 hrs from home (me)

She is really thinking about going to Sudbury and I am pushing her to go where the best program for her is but in reality I am sitting here crying my eyes out knowing that she is going 6 1/2 hrs away from home (me)

I guess thats when I realized that she will only be 6 1/2 hrs from me now thats really not that far from home..Its hard pushing someone away in the direction that you know that they need to go. When you really do not want them to leave BUt it is for the best..

And then with my son's girlfriend soon to be wife..I really don't know about her She is 23 and you would think that she would be able just to get up and help arround her a bit wouldn't you??????????????Nope not a chance in HELL!!!!!!!!!!
I know that I am depressed and I know that I need to do something about it soon or I will not beable to come up for air.......
So if the above seems like nothing to all of you remember it is MY life.I am not sure if I want top write anymore at this time.. Maybe next time..Until then may you all stay warm and keep yourselves safe and out of harms way.

Ontario,Canada

Gloria

CONCERNED ABOUT TOO MANY CARBS IN YOUR DIET?

For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health.
It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.



1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Canadians.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Canadians.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Canadians.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Canadians.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beer, eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Canadians.



CONCLUSION ...

Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

This is really thought provoking, but you have to read it properly to the End!!
I think this is perhaps one of the BEST email "forwards" I have ever read.
I hope you will enjoy it half as much as I have!!

GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED

Don't start reading this one until you've got more than 3 or 4 minutes to just "scan" over it. It deserves some time for reflection.
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are you there, God?" he said.
"Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed..."
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement.
But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different
world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor.
Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult. He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will.
He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life? Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside.
"That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple. He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished.
But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax. He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others.
His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry.
He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God. Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion. In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . . I am.
My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all! When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do.
This is powerful. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY May God Bless and Keep You!

Gloria

OK I changed my icon how how its not waving it you I am going to change it again and lets hope it works this time.. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jesse James' lesser known brother, Eddie has also decided to take up robbing banks for a living. He is unfortunately a little slow and has forgotten to bring the dynamite to blow open the safe!

Using logic, the following clues and a large amount of patience, can you figure out the 10 digit number to crack the safe?

*All digits from 0 to 9 are used exactly once.

*The sum of the 2nd, 5th, 6th and 8th digits is a single digit number.

*The 4th digit is a perfect square.

*The 3rd digit is 1.

*The sum of the 4th and 7th digits is a perfect square.

*The value of the 10th digit is twice that of the 2nd.

*The product of the 4th and 6th digits is equal to that of the 10th and 2nd digits.

*The 5 is is next to the 6 but not the 4

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Write your answer down then look at the answer provided

the answer is Answer
8 3 1 9 4 2 7 0 5 6

Now wasn't that fun....